One day, I made Onigiri, Japanese rice balls, for breakfast.
Coca, our puppy, begged for my younger daughter to share.
"Where're your manners?" she said to Cocoa.
Then her Onigiri fell apart and a piece of it was rolling down onto the floor.
Everyone paid attention to the piece that fell.
What would she do?
My daughter started to eat the rest again.
Dear, dear! eating first?
"Pick it up, sweetie!" I told her but I was glad that she preferred to eat my Onigiri.
my original Japanese blog
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Thanks to srinture and wurbina3 for correcting my English.
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